The Cauldron was now in Hybren's control as he planned a war against Prythian. The Cauldron's powers needed to be nullified using the Book of Breathing, half of which was in the mortal lands. As a spymaster and shadowsinger, I took the responsibility to find the whereabout of the book. After tireless efforts, and not being able to identify where the damned other half was Rhysand decided to send someone along with me to the mortal lands. Someone who knew the mortal queens who were reluctant to give the book away, and also knew the mortal lands better. Talk about a low blow to the shadowsinger's ego.

She knew mortal lands and was strong, yes. But she was also too sharp for her own good and a bane to my very existence. Making my shadows go into frenzy like they were insolent children waiting for a treat. I watched her move across the cobblestone street. Twirling her daggers between her fingers like they were fidget toys. I hope I am not tempted to kill her before the mission ends. For my own sanity. I took a deep breath, shaking the images out of my head. "Where did you learn to use daggers like that?" I asked. Trying to keep the gruffness out of my voice. And desperately failing.